The Indifferent Ex-Husband: Heartstrings in the Mall of Fate novel Chapter 272

Susan chuckled and gave her shoulder a pat, "Chill out, don't overthink it. Trust that everything happens for a reason."

Sophia cracked a smile and nodded gently, "Yeah."

She carried Theresa back upstairs, tucked her in, took a shower, and then hit the sack.

When lights out came, Sophia habitually glanced at her phone and noticed a message from Brandon.

Puzzled, she picked it up.

His message was short and sweet. [Got home.]

Sophia stared at that message, kinda lost in thought.

Back when she and Brandon weren't divorced, their exchanges were pretty much limited to this sorta stuff.

[Working late, hit the hay without me.]

[Got a client dinner, don't wait up.]

And it would always end with her replying, [Okay.]

Seeing a message like that now, Sophia still felt a twinge of that old resistance.

But she replied anyway with one word. [Okay.]

She was about to set the phone down when it buzzed again with a new message.

[Still up?] It was Brandon again.

That kind of small talk was something he would never have wasted time on in the past.

Their interactions were all about keeping each other posted.

Sophia’s gaze lingered on the phone, slightly torn, but she eventually responded. [About to sleep.]

She thought about texting back, [How come you're not asleep yet?] After typing it out, Sophia deleted the message, not really wanting to drag out the conversation.

In the past, she tried following up with messages, cautiously asking things like, [Working late again?] But she'd just get his cool, reasoned explanations in return, making her queries seem a bit childish by comparison.

Back then, she was still head over heels for Brandon, easily fretting over every little thing. A simple inquiry could make her anxious, afraid of coming off as too inconsiderate, worried that it might turn him off. So eventually, she stopped asking.

Now, there wasn't that same sense of anxiety, just a feeling that there was no need to prolong the discussion.

She muted her phone and put it down without giving it another thought.

That night she didn't sleep well – her dreams were full of the polite distance of those two years of marriage and Daniel and Patricia's sharp tongues.

In the wee hours, she woke up in a cold sweat from a nightmare, startling Theresa, who was sleeping next to her.

Theresa peered at her with bleary eyes, uncertain, "Mommy?"

Sophia held her tight and whispered soothingly, "It's okay."

Theresa quickly fell back asleep with her mom's reassurance.

But Sophia couldn't catch any more Z’s.

It had been almost two years since she last had a nightmare, especially one about that marriage.

She dozed off just before dawn and was rudely awakened by her alarm not long after.

Totally beat, Sophia turned off the alarm and decided to snooze for a bit, not realizing she'd oversleep.

Waking up with barely any time before work, she bolted upright, skipped breakfast, rushed through her morning routine, threw on some clothes, grabbed her phone and bag, and dashed out the door, making sure to hail a cab.

Standing at the entrance of her complex, waiting for the ride that hadn't arrived yet, she was about to make a call when a car horn "beeped," interrupting her.

Instinctively, Sophia looked over and caught sight of Brandon's car parked at the complex entrance.

She was taken aback.

Brandon had already stepped out of the car and was looking at her, "Hop in."

Sophia hesitated, then looked at him, "What are you doing here?"

"Just passing by," he said, already opening the passenger door, "Get in."

Sophia hesitated, eyeing his car.

Brandon's gaze was firm, "Sophia, we can't cut ties that cleanly. You said before, let's be friends, so let's be friends," he continued, "Giving friends a lift is the most normal thing in the world."

Sophia didn't know what to say.

Brandon's hand still rested on the car door, "Sophia, I don't want to force you. Or we can just stand here and wait, I'm fine with that."

Sophia looked at him.

His eyes were calm, but there was an undertone of firmness that brooked no argument.

Sophia pursed her lips and finally gave in.

She opened the passenger door and got in.

As she buckled up and the car pulled away, a warm breakfast was handed to her.

"Have something to eat first."

His voice was steady.

Sophia glanced at him; he was focused on driving, his handsome face composed as if the assertiveness from moments ago had never happened.

"Thanks."

She murmured her thanks and took it.